'Cause niggas jack day and night
One slip and that's your life
It's the nine- trey, niggas die everyday
'Cause ain't no police gon'
When they pull the Glock, point and pull it
And try to tear my ass in half
I'd rather reach for my stash
Mothafuckas to they gravesite
It's do or die in my hood,
black niggas don't live twice
So I stay AWOL from the po- po's
'Cause if you don't outsmart 'em,
And the don't- know's up shit creek,
Headphones bobbin' with the
So to stay from that crowd
I take the backstreets sideways,
Tryna bring a nigga down from his riches
Now here's a shot to them punk bitches
That's why I get sideways all day
On a ho, up and down the stroll
So suck a diggity- dick and hum
As we get four deep and strut
Mobbin' on silk with the pinstripe
Go straight- lace Daytons, and they
With the vogues, the dick has rose
So bow down to AWOL as we bogart,
G's strike through your backstreet
Creep on your ass with the MAC,
With Steven, now who's leavin'?
The town soon from a sonic boom
When they pull the strap down and
It's just another gangsta tale
As I bail through the streets with my gauge
'Cause if you cross me, I play for G
And stickin' to the strip
It's a mandatory thang to retaliate
And in the hood, we break
So back back like an eight- leg
As I creep through the streets, nigga
From day one, do or die, Garden
See, I ain't no punk about my mail
Without clientele, get the Glock and bail
Garden Blocc on the creep, four
As I creep through your room and wrap the
wire- wire 'round your neck
Niggas ain't the only ones that die
Gotta get the beef off they chest
'Cause they always try to jack
To a nigga's head and leave 'em dead
But the police is better off dead than me
Between my lap, and if they trip,
Rather smoke the police than have
'Cause that shit with Rodney
So to survive, it's like do or die
For them high- speed chases,
And for the quick to get places
Task, four deep in the back
Am I pullin' over? Fuck that
And it's they fault that niggas
smash off on they punk ass
And make the hundred- yard dash
Takin' advantage of blacks
when they ain't got straps
But Bo'll put the whelp on your back
And jump back in the drop for the high speed,
Yeah, nigga, just like tag, you
Stay in your rearview mirror
'Cause if you sittin' on gold
That's just an invitation to take
what's yours and make mines
That's how we gon' go out, you
Stick to the mothafuckin' strip, mayne
Play for G, be real about yours